"Ordinance?!" John questioned Vincent's train of thought, and wanted to get his train to make a quick stop at 'Common Sense', "We're not nuking the place while the others are down there - are we? I was thinking you man the anti-personnel weapons," He motioned to them on the keypad, "The Superconductor Mobile Turrets this thing has - If we use a Positron cannon we'll blow the place, the atmosphere AND our captain to bits! And ourselves."
A picture of the entire planet going boom coalesced in John's mind, he frowned heavily. The radar gave a beep, Luca was up ahead, just another thirty seconds. If they could hold out for that long, it'd be perfect.
BACK ON THE GROUND...
The fighting had gone on for only a minute at this point. Plasma, Aether and the occasional set of tentacles were flying left, right and centre. Luca and company were only able to dodge so many shots, wiggle their way out of so many grapples and evade naughty tentacles. One well-placed beam of aether hit the GP-ORV, stalling it and stopping it in its tracks.
"CRIPES!" Luca swore as he noticed the truck grind to a halt, with smoke billowing out of the hood, "That's gonna need some fixing..."
He and Sebastian showered Plasma on the offending Ripper, keeping true to the old adage of an eye for an eye.
Suddenly, the Mishhu present just stopped fighting. Completely, calmly and without a word. They then parted, allowing a path just big enough for a person to walk through. That was, provided they don't mind stepping on writhing tentacles, dead mishhu and shards of armour.
"Mr. Pavone, I knew you'd come back," A familiar voice sounded as a sleek female figure strode down the path, with a menacing grin, "You're just a persistent little bugger, aren't you?"
Luca recognised the voice instantly, half cringing, "...Saeko..."
Her figure came into view more clearly, showing she was wearing a Mindy Armour. Half of it had gone missing, completely ruined. Her right arm was regenerating steadily, "You just can't resist the lures and trappings of fortune, glory, heroism... no," Now her face could be seen clearly. Her neat white/blue ponytail had been torn up and transformed into a sick parody. Her eyes, which were a green colour had become bloodshot.
Her angular facial features were marred by many lacerations and sores that refused to heal, "Your sort just blunder into something and hope for the best - or take tips from films!" She cackled aloud.
"She's... mad," Sebastian observed, pointing a the mounted chaingun at her.
"Bugger me..." Mel mumbled, her eyes widening and frowning, releasing her grip on the wheel, "She's completely 'round the twist."
"The Mishhu have messed with your brain!" Luca observed out loud as he pulled out his HHG, levelling it with the woman and stepping forward cautiously.
"Messed? Messed?! I think not. I am now part of an inevitable force," She spoke slowly, spelling it out for the captain, "It was folly for me to resist, and it shall be for you and your poor followers on, too."
The other Mishhu who had cleared a path for her laughed in agreement and amusement.
"Saeko, I know you can hear me down there somewhere," Luca snarled, getting an aim right on her forehead and cocking the gun, "If you don't get that Mishhu bullshit out of your head right now," He took a deep breath, "I'm gonna do the job personally."
